nicholas jonas (yourecold) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-08 21:21:00 |
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Current music: | jmac |
Entry tags: | joe jonas, nick jonas |
Who: Nick Jonas & Joe Jonas.
What: Joe couldn't sleep, so he steals an irate Nick's bed and they seek solace in one another. Something cheesy.
When: Late at night.
Where: Nick's room.
Rating: Really not high. PG+
Status: Log + Comments/Incomplete.
The youngest Jonas dropped his simple blue toothbrush in the holder by the sink and briefly looked up to catch his reflection in the mirror. To put it simply, he knew he looked like total crap but he had his lack of sleep lately to thank for that. He gave himself a slightly irritated look and pushed a hand through his rapidly growing curls, which probably needed a cut but that was definitely the last thing on his mind right then. A defeated sigh, as he released his hand from his hair, the curls bouncing straight back over his forehead, one going as far to nearly poke him in the eye and he turned away from the sleep deprived version of his usual almost peppy self before him. He thought that trying to accept Alex's death would be easier, but now that he actually acknowledged that she wasn't going to be around anymore he spent more time thinking about what they could have done together, and was suffering from a bad case of the what-ifs.
He walked out of the bathroom, his bare feet echoing on the tiles - a sound that was abruptly cut short and was accompanied by the sound of someone trying to stop themselves from slamming into a door. Maybe it would have been more effective if he opened the door before trying to go through it. Nick shook his head and ran a hand over his forehead as he backtracked and pulled open the door, going through it instead of into it this time. He was just glad he didn't have far to walk to get to his bedroom, because honestly, if it was even just a door away he probably would have laid down on the hallway floor and crashed out there, instead. The door to his room was open a crack, and he visibly frowned, his tired eyes analyzing the door itself as if trying to figure out if he had actually left it open or not. Did he? He couldn't remember. Shrugging, he pushed it open and yawned audibly, his limbs barely moving as he stumbled to his bed.
On closer inspection, Nick saw that there was a lump on his bed. Nick squinted, making out the straight and messy dark hair of his older brother, Joe. He frowned, shoving his hand on his shoulder and mumbling, "Joooe," he whined quietly, not caring if he sounded like Frankie right then. "What are you doing? Get out of my bed. I'm tired."
Joe didn't want to be alone. Really he could have gone to anyone. He could have gone to Kevin and slept with him but Kev looked exhausted and unwilling to put up with it. Lis needed rest, and so Nick it was. The youngest could say nothing to get him to really move. If he tried there would be a brothers war in the bedroom. He couldn't sleep in his own bed. It just didn't work. So when the youngest brother disappeared to take care of his face and teeth, the already pajama clad middle sibling flopped into his bed and covered up in his blankets. Under his arm there was a stuffed elephant he'd gotten from a gift back and over his small body a blanket-like the ones their mom had gotten for them when they used to have movie marathons. Joe peered open a tired eye and rolled onto his back to stare with a cranky frown up at his brother. "Then get in." he pulled back the blankets slightly and frowned.looking up at him. His eyes full of determination. It had been too long since they really spent time with eachother without the radio blasting, or the tv on.
Nick let out an agitated sigh and glanced away from his brother for a moment, attempting to keep his temper in check. His eyes squeezed shut and he rubbed a hand across his forehead. The typical sign of Nick Jonas about to lecture or choke a bitch. In this case, he was trying not to want to hit his brother for getting in his bed. After all, it was his bed, he didn't have any obligation to share it with anyone, let alone Joe, whom he loved dearly. It wasn't anything personal, he just didn't want to share his bed. Then again, a part of him almost wanted to. He let his eyes open and he sighed again, tempted to just walk off and wake Kevin up to tell him to get Joe out of his bed but the nice boy in him told him that wasn't such a nice idea and he grabbed the corner of the blanket Joe was holding out for him almost roughly and slid in next to him. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling in silence for a few minutes, which seemed to Nick like hours and he tried to stay as far away from his brother as possible.
As he furrowed his brows, trying to make out the white of the ceiling in the dark, he swallowed and turned his head to look at his older brother. Blinking a couple of times in a futile attempt to get rid of that fuzzy dark feeling in front of his eyes he frowned. "Why are you in my room? In my bed? Couldn't you just.. go to Kevin or something? I won't be able to get to sleep, now."